The boys gave me a rose scented bath-bomb & some loveheart chocolates (Climber; spent his whole $6) and some rose hand-cream (Cherub, spent some of his $6 and went to the canteen with his change). Both boys are to be congratulated for choosing well and not buying anything that said World's Best Mum on it.
There was no sleeping-in or eating breakfast in bed. Instead we hauled ourselves to the soccer ground by 8.15am ready for the 9am kick-off, only to watch poor Climber's team get massacred by some formidable opponents.
At half-time, with the score 7-nil to the opposition, Climber was handed the goalie's shirt and gloves, surely the worst position on field when the other team is killing you.
But he surprised us by playing a corking game in goal, doing save after save. At the end of the match the score was 9-nil, and Climber walked off to the congratulations of his team-mates, asking please could we buy him some goalkeepers gloves of his own.
Then we came home and I had a bath and a nap, while the human males amused themselves and Basil-cat curled up next to me, delighted to have someone with whom to share the serious business of the Afternoon Sleep.
For ANZAC Day this is so beautiful and tender
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